I feel terrible, and terrified. I've really fucked up everything.
Discovered over £300 hidden in DS room. He's been stealing it bit by bit from my handbag since early summer.
He was angry with me and thinks it's my fault his 'friend' went away... even though the friend went to NY for his main job and then to the Middle East as his mother was taken terribly ill.
Friend aka male nanny he's transferred an awful lot of attachment issues onto from his tosser father, my abusive fucker of a stbxh who abandoned him 2 yrs ago.
But friend is back yet DS still carried on preparing to run away to NY to find the friend and leave me
. He wasn't playing, but really really means it and was scarily prepared. I don't know what to do or how to make it better.
Life has been pretty fucking shite for the last few years e.g. I became disabled the same year I had DS, sister died and my father died at xmas a couple of years ago, of the same thing I have. DS may have it too. The only thing that has been keeping me going is being the best mum I can be and making everything as ok as I could for DS.
I've obviously failed completely.